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Monday, September 15, 2008

Shall We Have A Conversation About Anger and Injustice

It's been almost sixWait cueBlack Hole Sun...need some thinking music...

In my eyes Indisposed In disguise As no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake The sun In my disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench neath the black The sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And Ill hear you Scream again Black hole sun Wont you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Wont you come Wont you come

Now I know you are wondering where the fuck did that come from. Well as I started to say, almost six moths ago I started writing Womanist Musings with the goal of raising awareness and having conversations about topics that are ignored. I have not missed a single day, such has been the level of my commitment.

Somethings wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they arent of snow white Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragons fire And of things that will bite Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand Off to never never land

I realize that this is a longwinded way of getting at my point so please bare with me. I am sick and tired of the you're so angry and your blog is filled withsomuch hate routine that I get each and every day. This world is not a pretty place for many people and that is the reality of the situation. Do you think you can dress up rape, and murder with pretty platitudes, and make it smell like a bunch of fucking roses? How about hunger? Would it all be better if we just kept the conversation to how much the cost of food is growing in the west without dealing with the fact that people in third world are eating fried mud? You pissed about your minimum wage job? What about those that have to sneak across the border daily to feed their families and get paid way below minimum wage? What about the workers that are getting paid less than 1USD per day?

Does it make you feel better to talk about things as though they are post our reality. You know what I am talking about. Those idiots that insist that we are in a post racial world, or a post feminist world. If it is all so post why do we still have honour killings, rapes, beatings, missing women, murdered pregnant women, domestic violence. Yeah right now, even as I type this, some poor woman is being beaten half to death with her children in the background screaming and scared. But it is all a post feminist world right. FUCK YOU and your post feminist shit. Until the day occurs when not one single woman is subject to violence because she had the misfortune to be born with a vagina between her legs, feminism is a necessity, and you can tell your fucking colluding ass, idiot bitches, I SAID SO.

As for you post racist bigots. Are you enjoying your racial privilege? I realize that you have neatly packed your white sheets away but you are not as invisible as you seem to believe. POC recognize you the minute we lay eyes on you. The stink coming off your body fouls my senses. The worst part about your hatred is that it isn't even about us. It is about your greed. You feel that you have the right to have the best of everything in this world; and therefore walk around with an entitlement chip on your shoulder. Then you have the nerve to accuse us of being angry. Tell you what, how about I imprison your youth with racist laws, ensure that they are undereducated in schools that are falling apart, introduce a drug that is highly addictive into your communities, make sure that your children see images of themselves each day that teaches them that they aren't worth a drop of fucking spit in a bucket of piss, make sure that food in your neighbourhood is disgustingly high fat and expensive, refuse to hire you even though you are clearly over qualified for the position, and then blame you for all of the shit that is of my creation. You are like fucking Lucifer on earth. God may or may not exist, but you racists leave me no doubt about the reality of evil.

Then there are the perverts that daily concern themselves about what I am doing with that evil contraption between my legs. Who and how I fuck is none of your goddamn business. I may identify as a straight woman but that does not mean that I cannot see your evil homophobic and trans hate for what it is. They are just another group that society has chosen to hate because certain people get advantages. The whole time you stand there and spew your hatred getting totally orgasmic about it; I often wonder what you think it has to do with you what two people do with their bodies, or what gender a person wants to identify as. If two women are fucking you don't have to watch. Chances are they don't want your interference anyway. It's not about you, so stop making it about you.

I wish that I could fly Into the sky So very high Just like a dragonfly Id fly above the trees Over the seas in all degrees To anywhere I please Oh I want to get away I want to fly away Yeah yeah yeah

Really I do wish, I could run, and hide somewhere until the ugliness and hate is over. When I had my kids I promised them that I would never surrender.I looked into their little eyes and promised I would do my best to make their lives a little easier than mine. I promised with all of the love in my heart that I would fight the good fight, so that they could be counted as whole real people regardless of race, class, gender or sexuality. The one thing I have never done is lie to my children; and therefore I write womanist musings for them. My passion for justice is based in nothing but the purest of love. When I look into their eyes, I want them to know that their mother did what she could to make it a little easier not only for them, but for everyone who doesn't get a fair shake in this life. So for all of you people who want to refer to me as angry and hate filled, you could not be more wrong. What you see daily is a mothers angst, a mothers fear, and a mothers love.

Women have never had a right to anger, ---according to the patriarchy. Women must be submitting, docile, and pleasant and smile all the time. To call a woman angry is an attempt to silence, shame her “how dare you show anger, you are so unladylike, so hostile, so much my enemy” said the man (and women at times). The movie, Twelve Angry Men, is an example of heroism, self-reflection, righteous indignation, but there will be no movie about Twelve Angry Women, unless of course, it is a comedy and they are angry because they do not have a man and in the end after men are found and given Viagra all the women will be smiling and baking cakes.

And there is always the accusation that you (the general you) are angry when you are not at all angry, you are simply stating your opinion.

Thanks Ouyang Dan...yeah it's destruction and mayhem. @Kitty...I do agree with you that anger is not considered a legitimate emotion for a woman to have. In the case of this blog where people try to silence me when I am angry it only serves to infuriate me that much more due to the subject nature with which I deal.

Everyone should be concerned with fighting social injustice, ESPECIALLY if you identify yourself as a Christian (That is what Jesus did folks, he fought social injustice).

Focusing on the positive aspects is good for one's mental health, but bad for the REST OF THE WORLD. In my humble opinion, if you are not in the fight, you are wasting the precious oxygen others need to keep it up.

Please, do not stop! And, these things should make us angry (I second Kitty, we women get to be angry too!). Your posts are inspiring, educational, and help kick me in the arse when I feel I being too complacent.

I would not presume to judge your anger. My only disappointing interaction with it is that it often prevents me from feeling that my conversation, observations or experience are wanted or welcomed if they disagree with yours.

I have been reading a while now, and I've been quite grateful for the many new ideas you've given me, and the ways your analysis has sparked my own. But I am also generally silent, as I don't know how to approach conversation with you.

@blessed-harlot...if you disagree put it out there. I didn't start this blog to have an echo chamber of my beliefs. I don't censor on this blog unless it is a personal attack and am always ready to engage in conversation. I am not about attacking anyone.

Thank YOU for this post Renee! Today I feel voiceless and your post helps me to articulate my anger and rage about being a woman with Native heritage in my DNA. I have a hard time being in this world because of a lack of understanding about what I have experienced in my life in regards to hate and oppression. People not understanding my connection to the Earth and that I do not care about consumerist culture. I care only about the Earth. I have much more to say but I should get writing. You have inspired me today and have helped me with my voice. Another voice not silenced. Thank YOU!

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About Me

I am the mother of two darling little boys that fill my life with hope. They have inspired me to help raise awareness of the issues that plague this little blue planet.
If you are looking for a blog that is all about how wonderful and rosy this world is, turn right because this space will not be for you. I am a committed humanist. I believe in the value of people over commodities. I believe in the human right to food, clothing, shelter, and education. I am pacifist, anti-racist, WOC. My truth may not be your truth, but I intend to speak it nonetheless.
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